My name is Fu Tuo
Lack of money in the waist
The soul moves on.
betray
Sleeping in a pigsty 500 years ago
500 years later, I slept on the street.
I want God.
beg me
I don't want anything.
But my parts are broken.
Fire of desire
Soar into the sky
It doesn't work anymore.
I have a good reason.
Let you have another baby.
My male
Look at this street
-Where do you want me to go?
Lift your pants.
An unremarkable telephone pole
Pretend there is nothing.
It's gone.
God, damn it.
An old man masturbating.
Can you make me forget something?
What time is it now?
Li Guang Sandaoba
I'm in a woman's belly.
Find someone from the' 80s.
Master of postmodern poetry
After falling to death one morning,
The interface is transferred.
I rode it again.
wooden horse
Lexical deficiency
procedure
muddled
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